tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-69751302171514646852016-09-07T22:37:30.022-06:00The Johnson's est. November 16, 2001Amber and James Johnsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16812916841515097077noreply@blogger.comBlogger82125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6975130217151464685.post-49889226262634512522011-07-13T10:24:00.002-06:002011-07-13T10:25:12.417-06:00New BlogI finally got my new privet blog up. Let me know if you want an invite!Amber and James Johnsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16812916841515097077noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6975130217151464685.post-70264965587140133322010-11-18T16:47:00.003-07:002010-11-18T16:49:36.611-07:00Going privateHi all. I haven't posted in forever. I'm taking the time to go privet and in the process I will be getting a new blog spot all together. Please send me your email address so I make sure you get an invite. And hopefully in 2011 I will be better at posting. :) (I will not be posting emails that are left as comments.)Amber and James Johnsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16812916841515097077noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6975130217151464685.post-17729779270764253702010-02-17T21:38:00.007-07:002010-02-17T22:09:02.608-07:00Update on Alison<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9gzc0w0GMtA/S3zGhTtgZgI/AAAAAAAAA5U/sJ5nMKAo4Lk/s1600-h/Thanksgiving09+041.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439440725485839874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9gzc0w0GMtA/S3zGhTtgZgI/AAAAAAAAA5U/sJ5nMKAo4Lk/s400/Thanksgiving09+041.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div><div>Alison has been going to pre school this fall and winter. She has been doing so well there. She just thrives on learning. She is a bubbly little 5 year old who loves to color and loves to scrapbook. Right now we are trying to figure out if she is allergic to our pets. She will be seeing an Allergist on the 9th of March. We struggle with Asama with her as well. She is a trooper and does really good taking her inhaler when its needed. </div><br /><br /><br /><div></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439441082540530722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 226px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9gzc0w0GMtA/S3zG2F1-nCI/AAAAAAAAA5c/uA38a98opZ0/s400/Thanksgiving09+004.jpg" border="0" /></div><div>In October they made a habitat for dinosaur's in pre-k. This is Alison's She tells me all the little clay spots are the Dinosaur's eggs, and they will be little dinosaurs when they hatch. It was very cute and when she brought it home she spent hours finishing it.</div><div> </div><br /><p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439443354641471378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 226px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9gzc0w0GMtA/S3zI6WFDl5I/AAAAAAAAA5s/kfzTOWU3dgY/s400/Thanksgiving09+005.jpg" border="0" />We got the move Up when it came out. One day I walked out into the living room to see Alison placings Gerber Puffs on the floor in a line and Kynaston crawling behind her eating her. He followed her all the way from his room to hers. And was a little sad when she stopped the food chain. When I asked her about it she told me she was doing what Russel did with Kevin.</p><p><br /> </p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439442142746273138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9gzc0w0GMtA/S3zHzzauZXI/AAAAAAAAA5k/ncChwZVdE_A/s400/Thanksgiving09+046.jpg" border="0" /><br /><br /><div>In December We had a "Snow day". We had a bad snow storm and kept her home from school. She was so upset, I had to come up with something for us to do. She and I cut out and put together theis snowmen stockings. One for everyone in the family. It took us 4 hours to put them all together and she stayed right next to me the whole time and was loving it all.<br /></div><br /><br /><div></div>Amber and James Johnsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16812916841515097077noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6975130217151464685.post-35756193914316456202010-02-11T10:49:00.002-07:002010-02-11T10:50:45.693-07:00Updates comingIts been way to long since I posted. And my plan is to do a lot of updates in the next few days. Stay tuned to hear what the Johnson's have been up to for the last three months!!!<br /><br />Anyone out there know why I can't get my background to change? Its driving me crazy I can't get it to change. I've tried everything. HELP!!Amber and James Johnsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16812916841515097077noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6975130217151464685.post-63997442894116487872009-11-16T16:28:00.002-07:002009-11-16T16:35:33.477-07:0011 months<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9gzc0w0GMtA/SwHhoNORA3I/AAAAAAAAA5E/VL4RqgFE5Zw/s1600/001.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 226px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9gzc0w0GMtA/SwHhoNORA3I/AAAAAAAAA5E/VL4RqgFE5Zw/s400/001.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404849108681818994" border="0" /></a><br />I'm so far behind on my blog lately. Kynaston is now 11 months old. He loves to Cruz around the furniture and will sometimes let go and stand for a second or two before he falls over. The other day he let go of a door and eminently fell over backwards. He is such a happy little guy now. He loves to eat, play peek a boo, and scream at his sister. He is learning to fold his arms for prayer and a couple of times he has said aman. He has lots of little words that we have heard once or twice and is saying more and more every day. When he crawls he loves to have something in one of his hands that makes noise. Usualy it is half of an egg shell and it makes him sound like a Clides Dale horse, we always know when he is coming.<br />His picture this time is of him finding a bag of cookie crumbs daddy had left down. He dumped the bag and was found in the middle of the crumb mess with a huge mouth full of cookies and an even bigger smile on his face.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9gzc0w0GMtA/SwHhoc5c8SI/AAAAAAAAA5M/UTxYuEXx5dY/s1600/002.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 226px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9gzc0w0GMtA/SwHhoc5c8SI/AAAAAAAAA5M/UTxYuEXx5dY/s400/002.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404849112889487650" border="0" /></a>Amber and James Johnsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16812916841515097077noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6975130217151464685.post-47696018018792397222009-11-06T11:43:00.006-07:002009-11-16T07:02:41.159-07:00Because I'm 5!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9gzc0w0GMtA/SvgzUmQIGHI/AAAAAAAAA48/letZeZCwXC4/s1600-h/Alison%27s+Birthday+054.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 226px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9gzc0w0GMtA/SvgzUmQIGHI/AAAAAAAAA48/letZeZCwXC4/s400/Alison%27s+Birthday+054.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402124181989496946" border="0" /></a>Last Monday on the 2nd of November my little princess turned 5! She was so excited about it that all morrning long she was skipping threw the house sinning I'm 5! I'm 5! I'm 5! We had a day full of parties, starting with school. Porter and I took in cupcakes to share with her class and then she got to show Porter what they do in school. After school we rushed home to get ready for her birthday party with friends. We had 14 little kids running around. It was a little crazy but lots of fun. Alison got some realy neat things from her friends and her favorit is the 16 tubs of lip gloss she got.<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9gzc0w0GMtA/SvRw93YQ0GI/AAAAAAAAA4c/VIOeGqC9Jdk/s1600-h/Alison%27s+Birthday+034.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 226px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9gzc0w0GMtA/SvRw93YQ0GI/AAAAAAAAA4c/VIOeGqC9Jdk/s400/Alison%27s+Birthday+034.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401066061264113762" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9gzc0w0GMtA/SvRw_Krz0rI/AAAAAAAAA40/ONPN7J-MwnE/s1600-h/Alison%27s+Birthday+046.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 226px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9gzc0w0GMtA/SvRw_Krz0rI/AAAAAAAAA40/ONPN7J-MwnE/s400/Alison%27s+Birthday+046.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401066083626242738" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9gzc0w0GMtA/SvRw-Xr7BKI/AAAAAAAAA4k/LEW8-bh8prQ/s1600-h/Alison%27s+Birthday+053.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 226px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9gzc0w0GMtA/SvRw-Xr7BKI/AAAAAAAAA4k/LEW8-bh8prQ/s400/Alison%27s+Birthday+053.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401066069936506018" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9gzc0w0GMtA/SvRw9aXs0OI/AAAAAAAAA4U/3jFVbzuVtvY/s1600-h/Alison%27s+Birthday+030.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 226px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9gzc0w0GMtA/SvRw9aXs0OI/AAAAAAAAA4U/3jFVbzuVtvY/s400/Alison%27s+Birthday+030.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401066053477126370" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9gzc0w0GMtA/SvRwT2dSMvI/AAAAAAAAA4M/J4moZLm1of8/s1600-h/Alison%27s+Birthday+020.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 226px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9gzc0w0GMtA/SvRwT2dSMvI/AAAAAAAAA4M/J4moZLm1of8/s400/Alison%27s+Birthday+020.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401065339462234866" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9gzc0w0GMtA/SvRwTQCGU-I/AAAAAAAAA4E/m6k_tOOVePQ/s1600-h/Alison%27s+Birthday+014.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 226px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9gzc0w0GMtA/SvRwTQCGU-I/AAAAAAAAA4E/m6k_tOOVePQ/s400/Alison%27s+Birthday+014.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401065329147663330" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9gzc0w0GMtA/SvRwTBIjekI/AAAAAAAAA38/kqIYWWOAl-E/s1600-h/Alison%27s+Birthday+008.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 226px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9gzc0w0GMtA/SvRwTBIjekI/AAAAAAAAA38/kqIYWWOAl-E/s400/Alison%27s+Birthday+008.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401065325148207682" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9gzc0w0GMtA/SvRwSk8fxFI/AAAAAAAAA30/jfDez4LWP3I/s1600-h/Alison%27s+Birthday+010.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 226px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9gzc0w0GMtA/SvRwSk8fxFI/AAAAAAAAA30/jfDez4LWP3I/s400/Alison%27s+Birthday+010.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401065317581440082" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9gzc0w0GMtA/SvRwSdhEcXI/AAAAAAAAA3s/cXsMN-r86DM/s1600-h/Alison%27s+Birthday+006.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 226px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9gzc0w0GMtA/SvRwSdhEcXI/AAAAAAAAA3s/cXsMN-r86DM/s400/Alison%27s+Birthday+006.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401065315587354994" border="0" /></a>Amber and James Johnsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16812916841515097077noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6975130217151464685.post-17722431601702762482009-10-30T22:34:00.004-06:002009-10-30T22:56:05.750-06:00New Couch and TVEarlyer this week we had to go Couch shopping because after 3 weeks of working every day to try and get the smell of cat pee out my couch was a lost couse. We went to RcWilley on Moday and found a couch we realy liked. We also found a tv we liked and have been talking about getting for months now. We put the tv up on the wall on Tuesday and had to wait for the couch to come in. It got here today and we are now enjoying the space and the new toys.<br /><div><br /><br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9gzc0w0GMtA/Suu_Vh1ApsI/AAAAAAAAA3U/H_RcBdF0B_I/s1600-h/couch+004.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398618954912540354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 226px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9gzc0w0GMtA/Suu_Vh1ApsI/AAAAAAAAA3U/H_RcBdF0B_I/s400/couch+004.jpg" border="0" /></a> I don't think we could have found a better couch to fit in our living room.<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9gzc0w0GMtA/Suu_VSG1MtI/AAAAAAAAA3M/9Yc0vNENk8M/s1600-h/couch+003.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398618950692319954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 226px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9gzc0w0GMtA/Suu_VSG1MtI/AAAAAAAAA3M/9Yc0vNENk8M/s400/couch+003.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9gzc0w0GMtA/Suu_UyTparI/AAAAAAAAA3E/R-IPuTtVw8A/s1600-h/couch+002.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398618942156139186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 226px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9gzc0w0GMtA/Suu_UyTparI/AAAAAAAAA3E/R-IPuTtVw8A/s400/couch+002.jpg" border="0" /></a> <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398618969701634498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 226px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9gzc0w0GMtA/Suu_WY7AUcI/AAAAAAAAA3k/N7I-U51yWLY/s400/couch+006.jpg" border="0" />TV is 52 in high def. My favorit feater is its on the wall.<br /><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398618963149639730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 226px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9gzc0w0GMtA/Suu_WAg40DI/AAAAAAAAA3c/pvDQ5x1ilXw/s400/couch+001.jpg" border="0" /></div></div></div></div></div><br />Porter was so cute when he saw the tv on the wall. He told me "Whow Mom that is a HUGE tv!" Then latter asked me if the weather screan was a big dot to dot. That kid keeps us laughing.Amber and James Johnsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16812916841515097077noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6975130217151464685.post-82116808437029091302009-10-13T22:58:00.003-06:002009-10-13T23:34:24.744-06:0010 Months<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9gzc0w0GMtA/StVdQ-cU57I/AAAAAAAAA10/s-TfOFySmR4/s1600-h/Kynaston.bmp"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392318675067135922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9gzc0w0GMtA/StVdQ-cU57I/AAAAAAAAA10/s-TfOFySmR4/s400/Kynaston.bmp" border="0" /></a> I feel a little sad to look at my baby and realize he isn't much of a baby any more. Yes he still depends on me. But he is getting more and more independent. The other day we were getting ready to go and I asked him if he wanted to go by by. I then proceeded to take him in his room to get him ready. He thought I was putting him to bed and started to cry gogo bbb. He loves to crawl and climb. He thinks its so funny to be able to grab what ever Alison and Porter have put on the couch to get out of his reach. He also has very long arms and can reach just about anything on the couch when he stands up. We always forget about his long arms and often find his food, sippie, and other odds and ends on the floor. I call him my little Vacuum cleaner. It doesn't mater how clean the floor is he will find something he shouldn't have. Sleep has finally made its way back into our nights. Kynaston will go form 7 or 8 pm tell anywhere from 4 to 6 am, eat and go back to bed for 2 or 3 hours. Naps are another story but with nights like his its okay to not nap so great. <br /> Kynaston learned a little about gravity yesterday. He tried his luck at falling down grandmas stairs. Mom says she caught him at step 4 and that he was laying perfectly for a good roll down a hill. I think he was just trying to get to his sister. He just adoors her, and is always so excited to see her.<br /><div></div>Amber and James Johnsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16812916841515097077noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6975130217151464685.post-67350356858139372692009-10-13T11:00:00.005-06:002009-10-13T11:37:12.753-06:00Tamming of theShrewI hate hair cuts! Hate them so much that I avoid them like the plage. My last one was probably over a year ago. Why do I hate them so you might ask? Well I hate them because of my curl. I usualy look like a mushroom when I'm done. And it then takes months and months for me to look human again. Well I finaly dicided that since it looks like this...<br /><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9gzc0w0GMtA/StS3E8t9aTI/AAAAAAAAA1s/HHE3OxVOu_A/s1600-h/cartoon-wild-hair-frizzy-doo-let-it-all-hang-out-women.gif"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392135949515581746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 346px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 188px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9gzc0w0GMtA/StS3E8t9aTI/AAAAAAAAA1s/HHE3OxVOu_A/s400/cartoon-wild-hair-frizzy-doo-let-it-all-hang-out-women.gif" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;"><a href="http://www.zorger.com/">www.zorger.com</a> </span><br /><div><div><br />That it was time to bite the bullet and get it done. I am in Idaho right now visting my mom and she keept my kids while Katrina and I went to get it done. I told my stylest that I was very nurvise about it and that I was yet to have a hair cut that I truly liked let alone loved. She asked me a few questions and then told me that her boyfriend had long curly hair and that she was very familure with the curse of the curl. I told her what I wanted and she seamed confedent about what she was doing. Well needless to say today I am likeing my hair cut! It is not to short and I don't look like a mushroom. </div><div> </div><div> The new cut!<br /><br /></div><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9gzc0w0GMtA/StSz3lk8O_I/AAAAAAAAA1U/dzYp33Ymewk/s1600-h/johnson+kids+110.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392132421430557682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 226px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9gzc0w0GMtA/StSz3lk8O_I/AAAAAAAAA1U/dzYp33Ymewk/s400/johnson+kids+110.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392132426386254498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 226px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9gzc0w0GMtA/StSz34CeKqI/AAAAAAAAA1c/3WWKyjSNPrY/s400/johnson+kids+111.JPG" border="0" /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div></div></div>Amber and James Johnsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16812916841515097077noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6975130217151464685.post-14561084906832647532009-09-24T07:59:00.004-06:002009-09-24T08:22:15.727-06:00The Fair<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9gzc0w0GMtA/Srt-3KMfZJI/AAAAAAAAA1M/Xlm-6Zi3xDk/s1600-h/September+020.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 226px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9gzc0w0GMtA/Srt-3KMfZJI/AAAAAAAAA1M/Xlm-6Zi3xDk/s400/September+020.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385037265546208402" border="0" /></a><br />For the first time in the four years we have been in this area we took the kids to the fair. They loved it! We saw all the animals, walked threw all the booths, and the kids got to do a farm village while we were there. They loved it and it was a great family outing. Here is some of our fun at the fair.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9gzc0w0GMtA/Srt-2rziLLI/AAAAAAAAA1E/jgeHDxxw_-8/s1600-h/September+043.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 226px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9gzc0w0GMtA/Srt-2rziLLI/AAAAAAAAA1E/jgeHDxxw_-8/s400/September+043.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385037257388469426" border="0" /></a>Kynaston just hanging out. He loves his stroller!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9gzc0w0GMtA/Srt-2Q63TjI/AAAAAAAAA08/312-P-MOU5k/s1600-h/September+040.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 226px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9gzc0w0GMtA/Srt-2Q63TjI/AAAAAAAAA08/312-P-MOU5k/s400/September+040.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385037250171457074" border="0" /></a>Pony ride!<br /><br /><br /> They had a free farm experience there. The kids got baskets. Filled it with corn, fed the cow, milked the cow, planted veggies, picked veggies, collected eggs, drove a tractor, brushed a sheep, and then in the end got a small box of milk. It made the fair worth it for them.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9gzc0w0GMtA/Srt92PZlIkI/AAAAAAAAA0s/h7UKUWFoKb0/s1600-h/September+028.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 226px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9gzc0w0GMtA/Srt92PZlIkI/AAAAAAAAA0s/h7UKUWFoKb0/s400/September+028.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385036150251790914" border="0" /></a>Gassing up the tractors. The tractor was so big Porter had a hard time getting it to go.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9gzc0w0GMtA/Srt91hWHtcI/AAAAAAAAA0k/FgtAXGaue4A/s1600-h/September+025.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 226px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9gzc0w0GMtA/Srt91hWHtcI/AAAAAAAAA0k/FgtAXGaue4A/s400/September+025.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385036137889248706" border="0" /></a>Milking the Cow.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9gzc0w0GMtA/Srt91J9qRKI/AAAAAAAAA0c/YXZyU7XW0EQ/s1600-h/September+022.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 226px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9gzc0w0GMtA/Srt91J9qRKI/AAAAAAAAA0c/YXZyU7XW0EQ/s400/September+022.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385036131612640418" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9gzc0w0GMtA/Srt90sQoQdI/AAAAAAAAA0U/4lo-FntvMU0/s1600-h/September+017.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 226px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9gzc0w0GMtA/Srt90sQoQdI/AAAAAAAAA0U/4lo-FntvMU0/s400/September+017.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385036123639136722" border="0" /></a>There were a couple of race cars there. Alison loved to pose by them.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9gzc0w0GMtA/Srt90GTWV9I/AAAAAAAAA0M/h7-GvtF4iF0/s1600-h/September+015.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 226px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9gzc0w0GMtA/Srt90GTWV9I/AAAAAAAAA0M/h7-GvtF4iF0/s400/September+015.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385036113449998290" border="0" /></a>They were reeving the engine on this race car when we got to the fair. Porter thought that was the coolest thing!Amber and James Johnsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16812916841515097077noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6975130217151464685.post-14861543348276053992009-09-14T10:05:00.002-06:002009-09-14T10:10:48.372-06:009 Months<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9gzc0w0GMtA/Sq5q9Ehd3yI/AAAAAAAAA0E/p_EnjON-sDs/s1600-h/Kynaston.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9gzc0w0GMtA/Sq5q9Ehd3yI/AAAAAAAAA0E/p_EnjON-sDs/s400/Kynaston.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381356202172997410" border="0" /></a><br />My little guy is now 9 months! Here are some stats...<br />Weight: 18 lb 11 oz (Only in the 19th%)<br />Hight: 29 in (In the 70th%0<br />Favorite people: Mommy, Daddy, Alison, Porter, Grandpa<br />Words: dadada, mamam, blablabla<br />Teeth: 4 2 up and 2 down<br />Food: He will eat anything we give him but he loves Mac an Cheese.<br />Development: Crawling all over the place, pulling himself up to things, sitting up on his own. He claps for himself when he sits down.<br />Favorit Toy: What ever the other two kids have out to play with. He loves our fisher price zoo.Amber and James Johnsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16812916841515097077noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6975130217151464685.post-85776558748309204782009-09-12T08:26:00.004-06:002009-09-14T09:50:10.714-06:00Family Photo ShootSince we were all together for Labor Day Weekend, we thought it would be nice to do family photos since we have added 5 boys to the family since last September and Aaron will be getting ready to go on mission this winter. Here are a few of shots that Melody's friend took for us. We did them at the beach in Aberdeen.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9gzc0w0GMtA/SquwThnYwEI/AAAAAAAAAz0/rnJH1OkvbVQ/s1600-h/Rowb+Fam2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9gzc0w0GMtA/SquwThnYwEI/AAAAAAAAAz0/rnJH1OkvbVQ/s320/Rowb+Fam2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380588029311762498" border="0" /></a>My mom wanted a few of us all in the water.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9gzc0w0GMtA/SquwTI_dkEI/AAAAAAAAAzs/PMqCXYPN2J8/s1600-h/Rowb+Fam.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9gzc0w0GMtA/SquwTI_dkEI/AAAAAAAAAzs/PMqCXYPN2J8/s320/Rowb+Fam.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380588022701854786" border="0" /></a> The whole Family.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9gzc0w0GMtA/SquwS6hb4sI/AAAAAAAAAzk/Wjgi2jvoJc4/s1600-h/Porter+n+lucas2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9gzc0w0GMtA/SquwS6hb4sI/AAAAAAAAAzk/Wjgi2jvoJc4/s320/Porter+n+lucas2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380588018817819330" border="0" /></a>Porter and Lucas. They are 5 months apart and best buds. They loved when we told them they could go play in the water.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9gzc0w0GMtA/SquwShgPZJI/AAAAAAAAAzc/ng936_f-Ygg/s1600-h/Porter+n+Lucas.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9gzc0w0GMtA/SquwShgPZJI/AAAAAAAAAzc/ng936_f-Ygg/s320/Porter+n+Lucas.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380588012101919890" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9gzc0w0GMtA/Squv9JtlhEI/AAAAAAAAAzU/L_p6tNv_UcU/s1600-h/Mom+n+Dad.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9gzc0w0GMtA/Squv9JtlhEI/AAAAAAAAAzU/L_p6tNv_UcU/s320/Mom+n+Dad.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380587644938191938" border="0" /></a>Mom and Dad, the founders of this big clan.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9gzc0w0GMtA/Squv8-Fp_8I/AAAAAAAAAzM/cFW3ODfjCQQ/s1600-h/Mel+n+Kooper.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9gzc0w0GMtA/Squv8-Fp_8I/AAAAAAAAAzM/cFW3ODfjCQQ/s320/Mel+n+Kooper.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380587641817923522" border="0" /></a>My sister Melody and her adorable little baby Kooper, Kooper was the latest to join the family and was born Auguest 5, 2009.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9gzc0w0GMtA/Squv8aiz0GI/AAAAAAAAAzE/0KeYanj77MM/s1600-h/johnson+fam.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9gzc0w0GMtA/Squv8aiz0GI/AAAAAAAAAzE/0KeYanj77MM/s320/johnson+fam.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380587632276525154" border="0" /></a>My little family. I love this picture.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9gzc0w0GMtA/Squv8M8h-DI/AAAAAAAAAy8/6kiLkZRY7zU/s1600-h/Grandkids.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9gzc0w0GMtA/Squv8M8h-DI/AAAAAAAAAy8/6kiLkZRY7zU/s320/Grandkids.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380587628626311218" border="0" /></a>Grandma and Grandpa with all the grandkids. Yes Alison is the only girl and she loves it!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9gzc0w0GMtA/Squv7n69tRI/AAAAAAAAAy0/VsenGIztiGU/s1600-h/Alison.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 217px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9gzc0w0GMtA/Squv7n69tRI/AAAAAAAAAy0/VsenGIztiGU/s320/Alison.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380587618687628562" border="0" /></a>My little princess.Amber and James Johnsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16812916841515097077noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6975130217151464685.post-44221065343782204982009-07-24T14:29:00.005-06:002009-07-24T15:07:35.540-06:00Newport AquariumWe got to go to Newport Oregon on our trip. We actually went twice because the first day we went it was to windy to spend time on the Beach and James really wanted the kids to get to play in the ocean. We ended up going to the Aquarium with Grandma and Grandpa. The kids loved it. Alison called it the fish zoo and couldn't get enough of it.<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9gzc0w0GMtA/SmoeNz7JumI/AAAAAAAAAyE/1HRwpWhkbTg/s1600-h/Oregon+580.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362131528963439202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9gzc0w0GMtA/SmoeNz7JumI/AAAAAAAAAyE/1HRwpWhkbTg/s320/Oregon+580.jpg" border="0" /></a> Family photo.<br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9gzc0w0GMtA/SmocN6zawKI/AAAAAAAAAx8/jTHEIaKwhMA/s1600-h/Oregon+169.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362129331786793122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 181px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9gzc0w0GMtA/SmocN6zawKI/AAAAAAAAAx8/jTHEIaKwhMA/s320/Oregon+169.jpg" border="0" /></a> Such cute little kids! I think Grandpa was making face's at Kynaston.<br /><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9gzc0w0GMtA/SmocNqCYNwI/AAAAAAAAAx0/MLDGT84eUUY/s1600-h/Oregon+159.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362129327286138626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 181px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9gzc0w0GMtA/SmocNqCYNwI/AAAAAAAAAx0/MLDGT84eUUY/s320/Oregon+159.jpg" border="0" /></a> Sitting with Grandma and Grandpa. Porter wasn't interested.<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9gzc0w0GMtA/SmocNGxj6RI/AAAAAAAAAxs/SIgfqsGqGlY/s1600-h/Oregon+157.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362129317820360978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 181px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9gzc0w0GMtA/SmocNGxj6RI/AAAAAAAAAxs/SIgfqsGqGlY/s320/Oregon+157.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />Feeling the sea life in the tide pool, with Aunt Mary.</div><div><br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9gzc0w0GMtA/SmocM5NObYI/AAAAAAAAAxk/w3axKhBfqMY/s1600-h/Oregon+138.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362129314178297218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 181px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9gzc0w0GMtA/SmocM5NObYI/AAAAAAAAAxk/w3axKhBfqMY/s320/Oregon+138.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />I think this was a sting ray. The kids got to touch it.<br /><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9gzc0w0GMtA/SmocMRMBHGI/AAAAAAAAAxc/rDl8IXIRTW8/s1600-h/Oregon+147.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362129303435811938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 181px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9gzc0w0GMtA/SmocMRMBHGI/AAAAAAAAAxc/rDl8IXIRTW8/s320/Oregon+147.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9gzc0w0GMtA/Smoa7z4GJVI/AAAAAAAAAxU/bK-ddgKupjQ/s1600-h/Oregon+145.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362127921178092882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 181px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9gzc0w0GMtA/Smoa7z4GJVI/AAAAAAAAAxU/bK-ddgKupjQ/s320/Oregon+145.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9gzc0w0GMtA/Smoa7fKOQSI/AAAAAAAAAxM/on8_8CSE-XA/s1600-h/Oregon+126.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362127915616977186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 181px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9gzc0w0GMtA/Smoa7fKOQSI/AAAAAAAAAxM/on8_8CSE-XA/s320/Oregon+126.jpg" border="0" /></a>Lion Fish!<br /><br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9gzc0w0GMtA/Smoa7ILdobI/AAAAAAAAAxE/smCRQGuVNdc/s1600-h/Oregon+113.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362127909448163762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 181px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9gzc0w0GMtA/Smoa7ILdobI/AAAAAAAAAxE/smCRQGuVNdc/s320/Oregon+113.jpg" border="0" /></a> Watching a bird swim under water.<br /><br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9gzc0w0GMtA/Smoa6_nMkNI/AAAAAAAAAw8/2m-KdbX-_to/s1600-h/Oregon+104.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362127907148566738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 181px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9gzc0w0GMtA/Smoa6_nMkNI/AAAAAAAAAw8/2m-KdbX-_to/s320/Oregon+104.jpg" border="0" /></a> Watching the seals and sea lions swim under water.</div><div><br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9gzc0w0GMtA/Smoa6guDmQI/AAAAAAAAAw0/qZBtqyFqISM/s1600-h/Oregon+094.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362127898855840002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 181px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9gzc0w0GMtA/Smoa6guDmQI/AAAAAAAAAw0/qZBtqyFqISM/s320/Oregon+094.jpg" border="0" /></a>Alison and Porter loved this fish and had to have a picture taken by it. <div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>Amber and James Johnsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16812916841515097077noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6975130217151464685.post-41748936287438598012009-07-22T21:45:00.002-06:002009-07-22T22:20:24.374-06:00I'll get the baby!I walked into the living room today to find Porter trying to pick up the baby. Only he isn't picking up the baby the way a mom would want the baby to be picked up. O' no I see him holding Kynaston by his waist with his head and feet still on the ground.<br />Me: "Porter put the baby down?"<br />Porter: "I'm picking up the baby."<br />Me: "Put the baby down."<br /> Porter starts to cry.<br />Me: " Why are you crying?"<br /> Porter cries harder.<br />Me: "Come here."<br /> Porter cries even harder.<br />I pick him up and ask him.<br />Me: "Porter why were picking up the baby?"<br />Porter: " I wanted to hold him, so I was picking him up."<br />Me: "Do you know you could hurt him if you dropped him and he landed wrong?"<br />Porter:" No I just want to hold him."<br />Me: "Porter you are to little to pick him up. You need to let mommy and daddy do that."<br />Porter: "Alison picks him up."<br />Me: "Alison pick show me how you pick the baby up."<br /> Kynaston is on his tummy and Alison comes and stands over him. She wraps her arms around his waist and lifts. Kynaston is hoisted in the air folded in half. Then just as she get stood up strait she flings him back. At witch point he goes from being folded in half to strait up and down with Alison holding him up by his arm pits. Now Kynaston is just dangling there in her arms, it reminds me of when a small child holds a cat and the cats front legs and head are all that is being supported. Well Kynaston and Alison are both smiling at me proud of their accomplishments.<br />Me: "New rule only mommy and daddy pick up the baby. We don't want to drop him and hurt him."<br />Alison &amp; Porter: " Okay mom."<br /> I just roll my eyes, hug my kids, pray they don't drop Kynaston on his head, and hold the laughter tell after they can't see me laugh.Amber and James Johnsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16812916841515097077noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6975130217151464685.post-17001127613438262992009-07-16T11:21:00.004-06:002009-07-22T21:42:47.452-06:00Alison in OregonWow it is taking me a long time to finish this Oregon trip. :) O'well it will happen. Alison loves grandma's as much as Porter and Kynaston did. <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359112783197935314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9gzc0w0GMtA/Sl9krrnEltI/AAAAAAAAAwU/nu6gEaTIJnI/s320/Oregon+336.jpg" border="0" />Alison playing in the tree house with grandma.<br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359112804151058978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9gzc0w0GMtA/Sl9ks5qr4iI/AAAAAAAAAws/biMUYKrLea8/s320/Oregon+414.jpg" border="0" />Aunt Mary taking a turn as the doctor.<br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9gzc0w0GMtA/Sl9ksbtvnsI/AAAAAAAAAwk/kzXqnwPc7wI/s1600-h/Oregon+376.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359112796110823106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9gzc0w0GMtA/Sl9ksbtvnsI/AAAAAAAAAwk/kzXqnwPc7wI/s320/Oregon+376.jpg" border="0" /></a>I promise she didn't ware this outfit the whole trip. She just loves it because Grandma J mad it for her. <br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9gzc0w0GMtA/Sl9krydf_SI/AAAAAAAAAwc/WVaFGg54BGw/s1600-h/Oregon+341.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359112785036836130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9gzc0w0GMtA/Sl9krydf_SI/AAAAAAAAAwc/WVaFGg54BGw/s320/Oregon+341.jpg" border="0" /></a> When ever Aunt Mary was around Alison wanted to play.<br /><br /><div><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9gzc0w0GMtA/Sl9krL84viI/AAAAAAAAAwM/h9RAFYUviW4/s1600-h/Oregon+254.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359112774699499042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 181px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9gzc0w0GMtA/Sl9krL84viI/AAAAAAAAAwM/h9RAFYUviW4/s320/Oregon+254.jpg" border="0" /></a> This was on the 4th. Alison was getting ready to throw a cup of water on Grandma. Grandma was telling her if she did she would get thrown in the pool.<br /><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9gzc0w0GMtA/Sl9jNVM0ioI/AAAAAAAAAwE/YpcB3VlY4AY/s1600-h/Oregon+227.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359111162274548354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 181px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9gzc0w0GMtA/Sl9jNVM0ioI/AAAAAAAAAwE/YpcB3VlY4AY/s320/Oregon+227.jpg" border="0" /></a> On the tire swing with Porter. One of her favorite spots to play.<br /><br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9gzc0w0GMtA/Sl9jNF0OSUI/AAAAAAAAAv8/vJWe2T6P9ko/s1600-h/Oregon+215.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359111158144846146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 181px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9gzc0w0GMtA/Sl9jNF0OSUI/AAAAAAAAAv8/vJWe2T6P9ko/s320/Oregon+215.jpg" border="0" /></a> I was taking Kynaston's picture and Alison wanted hers taken in the same spot.</div><div><br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9gzc0w0GMtA/Sl9jMle8BjI/AAAAAAAAAv0/0F69rTEvzoY/s1600-h/Oregon+092.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359111149465634354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 181px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9gzc0w0GMtA/Sl9jMle8BjI/AAAAAAAAAv0/0F69rTEvzoY/s320/Oregon+092.jpg" border="0" /></a>Up a tree with Uncle Nathan.</div><div><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9gzc0w0GMtA/Sl9jMJ4BPzI/AAAAAAAAAvs/p-drBudJ6bM/s1600-h/Oregon+063.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359111142054641458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 181px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9gzc0w0GMtA/Sl9jMJ4BPzI/AAAAAAAAAvs/p-drBudJ6bM/s320/Oregon+063.jpg" border="0" /></a>Picking Berries with Grandma Florance.</div><div><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9gzc0w0GMtA/Sl9jLgk_XYI/AAAAAAAAAvk/B7gu495zUv8/s1600-h/Oregon+065.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359111130968972674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 181px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9gzc0w0GMtA/Sl9jLgk_XYI/AAAAAAAAAvk/B7gu495zUv8/s320/Oregon+065.jpg" border="0" /></a>She loved the raspberries.<br /><div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>Amber and James Johnsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16812916841515097077noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6975130217151464685.post-15547837863135716002009-07-15T15:30:00.003-06:002009-07-15T15:50:26.857-06:00Oregon: PorterPorter loved being at Grandma and Grandpa's house. <a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9gzc0w0GMtA/Sl5NceAY_PI/AAAAAAAAAvc/iikeAf1ZZUc/s1600-h/Oregon+459.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358805758103846130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9gzc0w0GMtA/Sl5NceAY_PI/AAAAAAAAAvc/iikeAf1ZZUc/s320/Oregon+459.jpg" border="0" /></a> I think Uncle Nathan took this picture.<br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9gzc0w0GMtA/Sl5Nbum2KQI/AAAAAAAAAvU/2FG40UgyPuU/s1600-h/Oregon+395.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358805745380239618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9gzc0w0GMtA/Sl5Nbum2KQI/AAAAAAAAAvU/2FG40UgyPuU/s320/Oregon+395.jpg" border="0" /></a> Porter likes to be the doctor. Poor Aunt Mary was black and blue from all the hammering on her knees.<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358804196269736082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9gzc0w0GMtA/Sl5MBjuHwJI/AAAAAAAAAus/gLLc8YmoNbY/s320/Oregon+394.jpg" border="0" /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9gzc0w0GMtA/Sl5NbEyghhI/AAAAAAAAAvM/vNajjsnxKls/s1600-h/Oregon+520.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358805734154864146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9gzc0w0GMtA/Sl5NbEyghhI/AAAAAAAAAvM/vNajjsnxKls/s320/Oregon+520.jpg" border="0" /></a> Feeding the ducks.<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9gzc0w0GMtA/Sl5MDcyef5I/AAAAAAAAAvE/N1-keHfQzCk/s1600-h/Oregon+224.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358804228768694162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 181px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9gzc0w0GMtA/Sl5MDcyef5I/AAAAAAAAAvE/N1-keHfQzCk/s320/Oregon+224.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />On the tire swing. He loved to be here and was always begging people to push him.<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9gzc0w0GMtA/Sl5MCsMRfpI/AAAAAAAAAu8/VkiVaC1b0t8/s1600-h/Oregon+091.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358804215723556498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 181px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9gzc0w0GMtA/Sl5MCsMRfpI/AAAAAAAAAu8/VkiVaC1b0t8/s320/Oregon+091.jpg" border="0" /></a> He had to climb the tree with Uncle Nathan.<br /><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9gzc0w0GMtA/Sl5MBzd_T-I/AAAAAAAAAu0/-SMi6Nv42GA/s1600-h/Oregon+325.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358804200497041378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9gzc0w0GMtA/Sl5MBzd_T-I/AAAAAAAAAu0/-SMi6Nv42GA/s320/Oregon+325.jpg" border="0" /></a> On his way up to the tree house.<br /><div><div> </div><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9gzc0w0GMtA/Sl5MBBm2uZI/AAAAAAAAAuk/_nGGkx-MuBo/s1600-h/Oregon+234.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358804187112454546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 181px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9gzc0w0GMtA/Sl5MBBm2uZI/AAAAAAAAAuk/_nGGkx-MuBo/s320/Oregon+234.jpg" border="0" /></a>This is not a black eye he was always playing in the dirt and getting muddy.</div></div></div></div></div></div></div>Amber and James Johnsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16812916841515097077noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6975130217151464685.post-88248990873782397852009-07-10T21:55:00.005-06:002009-07-10T22:38:10.928-06:007 Months and first instalment of OregonAwe my baby is 7 months old. He has the cutest personality. He learned to sit up while we were in Oregon thanks to Grandpa spending lots of time practicing with him. On our way to Oregon he cut his 2 bottom teeth. He loves the car and did amazing on our trip. We only had one melt down in our two day drive I was so proud of him. Right now his favorite things to do are to sit and empty his toy basket he can do for hours as long as every few minutes we refill the basket. His sister who calls him the little one or the little squallier, his <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">paci</span> he is never without it, he loves to giggle but his favorite thing is his sequel, he will also give you a kiss if you say <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Kyanston</span> kiss. He is also starting to us sounds when he is crying right now its <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">babadada</span>.<br /><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9gzc0w0GMtA/SlgRMtm_ueI/AAAAAAAAAuM/In370IOmHwA/s1600-h/Oregon+461.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357050666856462818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9gzc0w0GMtA/SlgRMtm_ueI/AAAAAAAAAuM/In370IOmHwA/s320/Oregon+461.jpg" border="0" /></a> I love this picture!<br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357051564879998338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9gzc0w0GMtA/SlgSA_AfbYI/AAAAAAAAAuU/y88yUjS_pkA/s320/Oregon+387.jpg" border="0" /><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">Kynaston</span> with his Grandma Alice. He loved all the "toys" aka kitchen <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">untiles</span> grandma let him play with.<br /><br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9gzc0w0GMtA/SlgRMC6SGoI/AAAAAAAAAuE/dBRodtdJa04/s1600-h/Oregon+259.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357050655394634370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 181px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9gzc0w0GMtA/SlgRMC6SGoI/AAAAAAAAAuE/dBRodtdJa04/s320/Oregon+259.jpg" border="0" /></a> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">Kynaston</span> and his Grandpa Jim, he LOVED grandpa. He would get excited every time he <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">caught</span> grandpa's attention.<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9gzc0w0GMtA/SlgRLwu0OFI/AAAAAAAAAt8/5oSsdCwVe3s/s1600-h/Oregon+243.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357050650514700370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 181px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9gzc0w0GMtA/SlgRLwu0OFI/AAAAAAAAAt8/5oSsdCwVe3s/s320/Oregon+243.jpg" border="0" /></a> <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">Eating</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">Watermelon</span> on the 4<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9">th</span> of July. He got so mad at me when we had to take the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10">rine</span> away.<br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9gzc0w0GMtA/SlgRLsXmyUI/AAAAAAAAAt0/BOT2ErDwSqA/s1600-h/Oregon+231.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357050649343609154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 181px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9gzc0w0GMtA/SlgRLsXmyUI/AAAAAAAAAt0/BOT2ErDwSqA/s320/Oregon+231.jpg" border="0" /></a><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11">Kynaston</span> with Grandma Great Florance. He loved to give her lots of <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12">kisses</span>.<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9gzc0w0GMtA/SlgRLVRPoBI/AAAAAAAAAts/xx_iNXrgQPw/s1600-h/Oregon+222.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357050643142909970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 181px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9gzc0w0GMtA/SlgRLVRPoBI/AAAAAAAAAts/xx_iNXrgQPw/s320/Oregon+222.jpg" border="0" /></a> With mommy, still his <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13">favorite</span> person.:)<br /><br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9gzc0w0GMtA/SlgPmMShgFI/AAAAAAAAAtk/I2lMMZzadhc/s1600-h/Oregon+209.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357048905565569106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 181px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9gzc0w0GMtA/SlgPmMShgFI/AAAAAAAAAtk/I2lMMZzadhc/s320/Oregon+209.jpg" border="0" /></a> Look at how big he is sitting up all alone. He things its a great trick.<br /><br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9gzc0w0GMtA/SlgPlkYbs_I/AAAAAAAAAtc/3FQBuWDmFYQ/s1600-h/Oregon+188.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357048894852936690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 181px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9gzc0w0GMtA/SlgPlkYbs_I/AAAAAAAAAtc/3FQBuWDmFYQ/s320/Oregon+188.jpg" border="0" /></a> Playing in the sand. He loved the feel and <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14">taste</span> of the sand on the beach.<br /><br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9gzc0w0GMtA/SlgPlccRJ3I/AAAAAAAAAtU/RIVBl1fV85o/s1600-h/Oregon+085.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357048892721538930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 181px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9gzc0w0GMtA/SlgPlccRJ3I/AAAAAAAAAtU/RIVBl1fV85o/s320/Oregon+085.jpg" border="0" /></a> He loves to read/eat books.<br /><br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9gzc0w0GMtA/SlgPlNbCfpI/AAAAAAAAAtM/3c71PBQKtQM/s1600-h/Oregon+072.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357048888689852050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 181px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9gzc0w0GMtA/SlgPlNbCfpI/AAAAAAAAAtM/3c71PBQKtQM/s320/Oregon+072.jpg" border="0" /></a> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15">Kynaston</span> with Grandpa Great Garth.<br /><br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9gzc0w0GMtA/SlgPkqRx7II/AAAAAAAAAtE/EpThIGs46_s/s1600-h/Oregon+069.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357048879255776386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 181px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9gzc0w0GMtA/SlgPkqRx7II/AAAAAAAAAtE/EpThIGs46_s/s320/Oregon+069.jpg" border="0" /></a> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16">MMMM</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17">Popsicles</span>.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>Amber and James Johnsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16812916841515097077noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6975130217151464685.post-26229786309665023772009-07-10T11:43:00.003-06:002009-07-10T11:50:41.643-06:00At least its not the babyMy kids asked me today if they could color in their coloring books with markers. I told them they could as long as they didn't color on themselfs or the table. Well I guess I should have included the cat in the what not to color on. I came out to the computer to find the cat laying on the chair a lovely shade of green and purple verses her usualy gray and white. When I asked Alison why they had colored the cat she just smiled and said "she wanted us to." O'well at least its not the baby!<br /><br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356890167164811922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 181px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9gzc0w0GMtA/Sld_OZqkOpI/AAAAAAAAAs8/fpwP_EHvEUA/s320/007.JPG" border="0" />Amber and James Johnsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16812916841515097077noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6975130217151464685.post-51980738673478225202009-07-07T22:54:00.006-06:002009-07-08T13:01:24.954-06:00Discovery Gateway<div>We went to the Discovery Gateway just before we went to Oregon. We went with our little pre-school friends, and had a blast. <a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9gzc0w0GMtA/SlTmqLqHKcI/AAAAAAAAAss/TsFlX2iZ2KE/s1600-h/Oregon+043.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356159469208676802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 181px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9gzc0w0GMtA/SlTmqLqHKcI/AAAAAAAAAss/TsFlX2iZ2KE/s320/Oregon+043.jpg" border="0" /></a> Our little group. James, Alison, Kynaston, Kaylee, Porter, &amp; Gracie.<br /><div></div><br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9gzc0w0GMtA/SlTmp3N37ZI/AAAAAAAAAsk/055PdTaJjtA/s1600-h/Oregon+041.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356159463721528722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 181px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9gzc0w0GMtA/SlTmp3N37ZI/AAAAAAAAAsk/055PdTaJjtA/s320/Oregon+041.jpg" border="0" /></a> Alison and Porter in a Helicopter.<br /><br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9gzc0w0GMtA/SlTmpRTE6nI/AAAAAAAAAsc/bkOwK-ZNlJM/s1600-h/Oregon+038.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356159453542804082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 181px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9gzc0w0GMtA/SlTmpRTE6nI/AAAAAAAAAsc/bkOwK-ZNlJM/s320/Oregon+038.jpg" border="0" /></a> Porter, Alison, and Kaylee in the helicopter.<br /><br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9gzc0w0GMtA/SlTmpMiFUyI/AAAAAAAAAsU/_LfX5T7UyXg/s1600-h/Oregon+029.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356159452263568162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 181px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9gzc0w0GMtA/SlTmpMiFUyI/AAAAAAAAAsU/_LfX5T7UyXg/s320/Oregon+029.jpg" border="0" /></a> Alison putting gas in a car.<br /><div><div><br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9gzc0w0GMtA/SlQnrvshF7I/AAAAAAAAAr8/2Ygoy5yLr24/s1600-h/Oregon+018.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355949489341405106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 181px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9gzc0w0GMtA/SlQnrvshF7I/AAAAAAAAAr8/2Ygoy5yLr24/s320/Oregon+018.jpg" border="0" /></a> Kynaston and James. We had someone ask if they are twins. There is actually 9 months between them.<br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356165020175700482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 181px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9gzc0w0GMtA/SlTrtSnyEgI/AAAAAAAAAs0/qui_-BjbVZw/s320/Oregon+023.jpg" border="0" />Porter and Kaylee being construction workers.<br /><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9gzc0w0GMtA/SlQnrb275XI/AAAAAAAAAr0/EO0ljQemITU/s1600-h/Oregon+019.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355949484016395634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 181px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9gzc0w0GMtA/SlQnrb275XI/AAAAAAAAAr0/EO0ljQemITU/s320/Oregon+019.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />Porter operating a crane.<br /><br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9gzc0w0GMtA/SlQnq2Y8M7I/AAAAAAAAArs/1qZmXRZqZio/s1600-h/Oregon+015.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355949473958474674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 181px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9gzc0w0GMtA/SlQnq2Y8M7I/AAAAAAAAArs/1qZmXRZqZio/s320/Oregon+015.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />Playing with the balls and turning the cranks.<br /><br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9gzc0w0GMtA/SlQnqsWxtVI/AAAAAAAAArk/S-l3UZh8ZyA/s1600-h/Oregon+014.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355949471265043794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 181px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9gzc0w0GMtA/SlQnqsWxtVI/AAAAAAAAArk/S-l3UZh8ZyA/s320/Oregon+014.jpg" border="0" /></a> Showing off our bracelet's.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>Amber and James Johnsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16812916841515097077noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6975130217151464685.post-75481369177215227602009-06-21T19:20:00.007-06:002009-06-21T20:20:35.481-06:00Happy Fathers Day<div><div><div><div> To all the Fathers out there Happy Fathers Day. A special shout out to the three wonderful dads in my life, my husband, my father, and my father in-law.</div><div></div><div> </div><div> First to my husband James who is a wonderful father to our three kids. James you are my best friend and the love of my life. I love that our kids will not let you out the door with out a kiss and a hug. I love spending time with you and look forward to many more fathers days.</div><div><br /></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349966276227683314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 181px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9gzc0w0GMtA/Sj7l-57e0_I/AAAAAAAAAq8/KujCLvFGNkU/s320/fathers+day+004.jpg" border="0" /></div><div> </div><div> Second to my dad who is always there to bail me out of sticky situations. Dad always know when I call his cell he needs to come save me somewhere. Thank you for always being there.<br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349967623990740674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9gzc0w0GMtA/Sj7nNWvPBsI/AAAAAAAAArc/1biehb4yaLA/s320/Julia%27s+Wedding+089.jpg" border="0" /><br /><div></div><div> The third dad in my life is Jim James dad who always has a good story to tell, and who raised a wonderful son. James looks up to his dad with everything. Thanks for being such a great dad to him.</div><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349967615399495378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9gzc0w0GMtA/Sj7nM2u7BtI/AAAAAAAAArU/LZ202qaxWPw/s320/blessing+051.jpg" border="0" /><br /><div></div><br /><div>We spent today at church and then after church we just hung out with the kids at home. Uncle Matt came for dinner and we had crab and cream cheese wontons with rice and stroganof. Dinner was so good. I'm including the recipe for anyone who would want it.</div><div> </div><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349966280439139474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 181px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9gzc0w0GMtA/Sj7l_JnkjJI/AAAAAAAAArE/3PrOeoGorzs/s320/fathers+day+003.jpg" border="0" /></div><div><br />CRAB AND CREAM CHEESE WONTONS<br /><br />1 pkg Philadelphia Cream Cheese</div><div>1 can crab meat, drained</div><div>2 T flour or Wondra</div><div>3 scallions, minced ( I don't use this)</div><div>1/4 tsp onion powder</div><div>1 egg, beaten</div><div>oil for deep fryer</div><div>Wonton Wrappers<br /></div><div>Finely mince the scallions. Combine with cream cheese, crab meat, and flour or Wondra.<br />Beat the egg in a small bowl - this will be used to brush the edges of the wonton wrappers before folding, and helps to keep them together.<br />Place large tablespoonfuls of the crab mixture in the center of each wonton skin and brush edges with egg mixture. Fold over to form a triangle, then press edges together to seal.<br />Bring the two side edge corners of the triangle to the middle and press these together to form a ring.<br />Heat oil to 350 degrees in a large, heavy bottomed pan, sufficient to cover the wontons.<br />Fry wontons until golden, turning once, about 2-3 minutes. In order to avoid lowering the temperature of the oil, do not attempt to fry too many at once. Remove with a slotted spoon, drain on paper towels and serve.<br /></div><div>Variation: You can substitute the cream cheese and crab mixture with pre-packaged crab / seafood spread. Check the ingredients label and use only cream cheese based products. Add finely minced onions or scallions and use as above to fill wonton skins.</div></div></div></div>Amber and James Johnsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16812916841515097077noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6975130217151464685.post-7676579860477367392009-06-17T16:48:00.004-06:002009-06-17T17:02:01.480-06:006 months and fresh strawberries<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9gzc0w0GMtA/Sjl08iye44I/AAAAAAAAAq0/BVkcaquqBPs/s1600-h/006.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348434615958692738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 181px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9gzc0w0GMtA/Sjl08iye44I/AAAAAAAAAq0/BVkcaquqBPs/s320/006.JPG" border="0" /></a> Its crazy that 6 months ago we were bring Kynaston home from the hospital. He is now 18 lbs and 28 in. He has more then doubled his birth weight and is just the cutest little chunk. We have had a ruff six months though. Since March the poor little guy has had 3 double ear infections and 2 singles. We are contemplating getting tubs in his ears. As of today he can roll from his back to his tummy witch makes him supper mad. He hates tummy time. He can roll back to his back but just refuses to do so when he is mad. He is so close to sitting up and would be able to if he didn't get so excited and move his legs witch cause a chain reaction of falling backwards and flipping over. Still no teeth all though they have threatened several times to poke threw. He loves to eat, Cheerios's and Popsicles are his favorite. <div><div><div> </div><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348434603211495186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 181px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9gzc0w0GMtA/Sjl07zTUFxI/AAAAAAAAAqk/pj-Lcis8UZs/s320/003.JPG" border="0" /></div><div>This picture is a result of Alison feeding him. He loved it!</div><div> </div><div>Last summer we planted a few Strawberries plants. This year they finally produced berries. Here's what we picked yesterday. They tasted so yummy!</div><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348434614223187458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 181px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9gzc0w0GMtA/Sjl08cUtLgI/AAAAAAAAAqs/llFVRlwxAZA/s320/006.JPG" border="0" /></div></div></div>Amber and James Johnsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16812916841515097077noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6975130217151464685.post-78312543331791637832009-06-10T20:11:00.003-06:002009-06-10T20:19:26.377-06:00Not the Bird Food!We have a Virgina creeper growing on our fence. It doesn't really creep more like runs but anyway. I was cleaning it out of the car port the other day and having my kids put it on the trailer with the other yard waist. They were loving it tell Alison looked closer at it. She realized I was having her throw away what she thought was bird food. She very clearly told me, "Mom I will NOT throw away the bird food." She didn't put another peace of it in the trailer.<br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345888474303862978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 181px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9gzc0w0GMtA/SjBpPl-8mMI/AAAAAAAAAqU/vpNofiMY4YE/s320/aberdeen+007.jpg" border="0" /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345888480922529986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 181px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9gzc0w0GMtA/SjBpP-o9cMI/AAAAAAAAAqc/djYakl_bq2c/s320/aberdeen+008.jpg" border="0" />Amber and James Johnsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16812916841515097077noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6975130217151464685.post-84331300625018722092009-06-10T16:45:00.004-06:002009-06-10T20:11:01.109-06:00GraduationOn Thursday Aaron graduated from high school. Its hard to belive that Aaron is old enough to gradute. I feel realy realy old. Congratulations Aaron!! <div> </div><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345835862733376882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9gzc0w0GMtA/SjA5ZMnETXI/AAAAAAAAAqM/NO8VvU4t5qA/s320/4548_193978460356_704635356_7192532_6218598_n.jpg" border="0" /></div>Amber and James Johnsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16812916841515097077noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6975130217151464685.post-20156279690448921112009-05-24T22:16:00.004-06:002009-05-24T22:20:54.836-06:00I pray for Cheese Sticks.I was helping out in the nursary today and was talking to the Sister who works in there every week. She told me that one week they were talking about prayer and having them answered. And was asking the kids what they pray for. When she got to Porter he said, "I pray for chesse sticks and he gives them to me." O'the faith of the three year old.<br /> <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339611553902414914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9gzc0w0GMtA/ShocavTszEI/AAAAAAAAAqE/L8Kmz2Td6bU/s320/kids+161.jpg" border="0" />Amber and James Johnsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16812916841515097077noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6975130217151464685.post-84772802805539861442009-05-06T21:08:00.002-06:002009-05-06T21:17:11.638-06:00Look at that one...With the weather being nice and warm we have been walking around the block and up our road. James has been going with us but tonight he had a Bishopric meating to be to. But when he goes with us we like to talk about the house's we pass and what we like or don't like about them. Well tonight I was just letting the kids talk and every time we passed a house Alison would say Porter look at that house, or what do you think of that one, hey that one is cute. LOL! It went on and on like that threw our whole walk. I had to just laugh at them. I guess that just goes to show that they listen to everything we say even when we don't think they are paying attention.Amber and James Johnsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16812916841515097077noreply@blogger.com1